He presses harder on my clit. Rolls his hips deeper. And I can feel him fighting his own control. The restraint trembling in his hands, the growl building in his throat.
The orgasm doesn’t build. It detonates everywhere. It starts at the base of my spine and erupts outward, ripping through every nerve, every muscle, every cell. I scream into the pillow.My whole body clenches around him, and his grip on my hip turns bruising.
“Fuck, Lola,” he roars.
I feel him pulsing inside me, his forehead dropping against my back, his body shaking with the force of it.
We stay there. Just breathing. Rose petals sticking to my sweat-slicked skin. His weight on top of me.
He eases out carefully, disposes of the protection, and kisses the small of my back. Then he rolls me over. Settles between my legs and brushes my hair from my face. “How was that?” he asks quietly.
I stare at him. Try to find words. I’m not sure they exist. “I think you broke me.”
He grins. “In a good way?”
“In the best way.”
He leans down and kisses me. Slow and tender and still tasting like whiskey. “Now.” His dark eyes burn into mine. “The baby-making part.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Don’t you need a minute?” I tease.
He grins. “All I have to do is look at you, and I’m hard. Don’t worry about me, baby.”
He pushes inside me, and we both exhale. After everything, this feels like coming home. He fills me completely, and the sound I make is something between a sigh and a prayer.
There’s no rush. He moves slowly. His forehead pressed against mine, our noses touching, our breath mingling.
His hand cups my face as his thumb traces my cheekbone. “Look at me,” he murmurs.
I do.
His eyes are wide open. Every wall down. Every mask off. I’m seeing the man underneath all of it. The cowboy, the criminal, the father, the husband, and what’s there is just love.
The man who loves me more than life itself, for exactly who I am. “I love you, Lola Sterling.”
“I love you, Hunter Sterling.”
He rolls his hips, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting every inch, wanting no space between us.
We move together like something choreographed by the universe. His hand slides down to where we’re connected, his thumb on my clit again, gentle this time, and the orgasm that builds is nothing like the others.
“Come with me,” he whispers.
And I do.
We fall together. His mouth on mine, swallowing my sounds and giving me his. He fills me with a groan that vibrates through my chest, and I hold him inside me, my body pulsing around him, keeping him there.
He collapses against me, and I wrap myself around him and hold on. I can feel him. Still inside me. He rolls onto his side and takes me with him, wrapping the sheet around us. Pulls me against his chest until there is no space left between us.
Through the skylight, the stars are impossibly bright. A million lights scattered across an endless sky.
“Hunter?”
“Yeah, firefly?”
“Thank you for catching me that day.”
He presses his lips against the back of my neck. “I’ll catch you every time, in every single lifetime, city girl.”